Jungkook's father looked at how Jungkook picked up the vase from the table and looked at him. He chuckled. "Are you going to hit me with that?"
"Yes, you will, Jungkook."
Jungkook tightened his grip on the vase and rubbed his forehead. "This is not a good idea."
"It is. Do it, Jungkook."
Jungkook's hands shivered but his father looked at his lips mumbling incoherent words by himself. He scrunched his brows in confusion. "Jungkook?"
"It's not good."
"Yes, it is. You can do it."
Jungkook shook his head and clenched his jaws shutting his eyes, shaking his head. "I can't."
"I trust you, Jungkook."
Jungkook opened his eyes wide and turned to his side. His own self nodded at him and smiled, pointed at his father.
"You can do it. I trust you, Jungkook."
Jungkook's father's eyes widened when suddenly Jungkook swung the vase across his head, causing him to collapse to the ground with a loud groan.
Jungkook started falling away. He gave up trying to resist.
Jungkook looked at the figure of his only family on the ground and instead of crying, he smirked. An amusing smile dancing on his lips as he stared at his self smiling at the scene too.
"We did it." Jungkook whispered with a smile and his other self smiled,
"You did it."
Jungkook put the vase on the ground, crouching down and creeping to his father's figure. "Father, I did it." He mumbled and moved his hands on the ground to touch the red liquid oozing out from under his head onto the floor.
"So beautiful." Jungkook mumbled and smelled the blood.
"Isn't it?"
Jungkook nodded. He touched the forehead of his father and grazed it gently. "My inspiration."
"How do you feel?"
Jungkook looked at his side to see himself sitting beside him. He looked down at his bloody hands and smiled. "It excites me."
"You're doing so well, Jungkook."
Jungkook smiled. "I am?"
"Yes, you are. Don't you feel it?"
Jungkook nodded. "I do."
"I trust you, Jungkook. Let's work together and make your dream come true."
"Yes."
"Let's make the world realise that your paintings are out of this world."
"Yes."
"Let the world know that Jeon Jungkook is the greatest painter in the entire South Korea!"
"YES!"
"Take the wallet from his pocket and buy two canvases along with the painting essentials."
Jungkook nodded and looked at his father, lying lifelessly on the floor. "I'll make my dream come true." He smiled. "I'll become a great painter."
He touched his father's body once again and looked at him with a smile. "Thank you for inspiring me, father."
"Jungkook."
He turned to his self and he pointed in the direction of his room upstairs.
"Create your masterpiece."
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Him/Them || Jeon Jungkook ✓
FanfictionThis is not the story of an evil man but a sick man. A man who started losing the fight with himself. What happens when he can't control it any longer? Read to find out! 🦴 ---------------------------------------------- a Jungkook ff Thriller au GE...